Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Desert niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these man
Clue, I'm the first line of
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what means
(Yeah)

I know niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you I'ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to drive a truck

I bring the drama back where you lives, your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I peep guns on me
But the now is only Deserts

If I it's gonna be reckless, I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz respect it
Tote to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave of friends that like broken and bruised

They ain't crazy, just broke and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the
I'ma crook they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high yearbook

Paul Cain appear shook
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say
Show me the money and the cheddar'll

If it ain't involvin' bread, I ain't it
I don't need D's on me, I'm dodgin' Feds
When the shots the revolver spread
Duck, I discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead

slugs a part of his head
Vanish pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm get my cash right
All my niggaz birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life

Live everyday like my last night, or X
When I got like Len Bias on draft night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you

I pulled the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the back stabbers, to be behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the fins in
I shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

But I still pull the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop from his thigh
You prolly heard the bullets I buy and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, when the shoot by

So what, you a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a idea
Nigga, nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a
Who woulda got O.J. off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own in a
That'll hit a buck and the windows go up on they own

Wit a stash box for a handgun
That make holes the size of holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores and you why
Ya girl's comin' home, wit a sip for

'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, the guts
You believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so
Ash and cuts, that it hangs pass the nuts

That's why I get followed by broads wit deeper
Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin'
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my money's enough
To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya fall off

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know every bum is against you
But don't let someone convince you to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you don't wanna semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, you
No you the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you